I’ve gotten a little obsessed with food lately.
I blame the lovely ladies I work with at the perfume house. We eat lunch together every day, and most of our Monday lunch consists of talking about what we ate over the weekend. We call it “Food Porn”, the description in loving detail of whatever it was that we were lucky enough to consume. Yesterday I got to share about the rotisserie chicken and peanut butter fudge cake I had for dinner last Friday, and the lobster ravioli in lemon dill sauce and lavender honey creme brulee I had on Saturday. I had them hanging on my every word.
At about eleven every morning, we start discussing what we all brought for lunch. Everyone shares and eats off each others’ plates, and someone is always bringing in some sort of treat - from homemade spaghetti and meatballs to Trader Joes pita chips and hummus. I had been talking up my peanut butter chocolate pie for a while, so I brought that in a couple weeks ago. On a rough day, Sarah (my boss) will send one of us out for milkshakes, and yesterday we split a chocolate coffee cake and a chocolate eclair. At about four o’clock, we start discussing what’s for dinner. I’m surprised we don’t all weigh about four hundred pounds.
I’ve always enjoyed food, but it’s only lately that I’ve been craving it. Like Sunday night, I needed a hamburger and steak fries, or somebody was going to die. And I’ve been thinking about food much much more. I get really sad if I know that we don’t have anything interesting to make for dinner, and I’ve been trying more new recipes (when I actually have time to cook). For no reason, I’ve made lemon gelato like three times in the past month. My friend Maggie just made me a very happy woman and traded recipes with me, my guacamole for her pumpkin spice bread. I know that will become a staple of my diet.
I think it might also have to do with my current obsession with France. Other than the fact that I just got back from there and cry over the memory of fresh baked croissants every morning, I read A Year in Provence by Peter Mayle, which is a two hundred page book about every fantastic meal this couple had their first year living in Provence. We also just watched Chocolat for the first time last weekend, which not only takes place in France, but featured some unbelievable looking hot chocolate. With chili powder. I’m dying.
I’m spending an inordinate amount of time looking at cookbooks on Amazon, but it’s so hard to tell if they are any good. I do really want this one and this one, though. It’s tough because my husband is a vegetarian, so it kind of cramps my style when it comes to cooking. There’s a lot that I would like to try that involves all kinds of meat, but it’s no fun cooking that stuff for just me, and he gives me sad puppy dog eyes when I cook some poor little animal in the house. Oh well.
So, if anyone has any vegetarian recipe suggestions, I’m all ears!
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